Friday, 2 September 2011

For You

For you I’d save
a keen exchange:
‘How was your summer?’
‘It was never over....’

For you I’d turn
away the years –
one life to stretch;
stretched thin,
never broken,
doors to open, leading
to doors to open.

For you I’d give
both my hands,
and still I’d know
your touch,
its memory buried deep,

never a crutch
to catch me.
Never a lock
to latch me;
my mouth would open like a rose
and my love for you
would never wither.

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